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He felt like a woman
as he fell from the sky.
He had wanted the throne
but was met with a cry.

I don't wanna go back.
I don't wanna go back.

"I found love in myself,
so someone could love me back,
but I don't see that anybody's loving me like me."

"I saw light in the stream,
a serpentine reflection,
I can't see that nobody's looking at me, except me."

Lucifer, light-bearer, you are.

Powers of your dreams, could they make me invisible?
If you dare, you could stare through me.
Each drop of you will make a hole through the deep.
I wanna feel touched. I wanna be felt. I wanna be seen. I just want you to hit me.

So hit me. Hit me. Hit me. Don't wait, just hit me.

A kiss to my thoughts so that they can travel all the way back to you.
Lick my long lost fingers that used to point out empty to you.

A stream from all the men.  Like a maternal lovely caress.
Where is this god? A channel for my insanity.
I wanna feel touched. I wanna be felt. I wanna be seen. I just want you to hit me.

So hit me. Hit me. Hit me. Don't wait, just hit me.

(We are) forever someone else.

See the eye,
see the eye?
It's in the dark,
it's in the dark.

Care for a lie?
I know that you are mine.
In my sleep,
there's a chance you'll be in my sleep.

But if that poor boy drains up,
I'll still be here for you to break my heart.
This fight's gone too long,
but that's the only life that i'll ever know.

I feel you.

I feel you.

I feel you.

I'm losing sight
a stolen mind.
You're the crack in my rock.
Your nose at my feet (well it is a lie).
Your tongue down my neck (does it shed a light).
You're the only crack in my rock.
Funniest thing is by the end you'll never ever know what I want.
Never ever stop to see that I was calling your name.
Throw away the signs that say that everything will be alright.

Will it make you move, if I'm wiser?
Leaving it to be, left to see, that things will get better.
Please just follow and remember.
When all is gone, what is left to see:
you're just a crack in a stone.

Our lips seem to find their say,
tamed by the time while it flies away.
Strapped in blue, our stars boomerang.
And the only thing left is to cross tongues as time pulls us again.

The short taste of smoke keeps lingering,
I can see you far away laughing,
on the peninsula,
on the peninsula.

You're still the one that is looking at me,
the only one that my eyes can see

Touch me I'm in a dim blue state.
and I dearly hope that time still has patience,
for the moon pigeons while they wait.
Wait for their tongues to cross again.

Your still the one that is looking at me.
The only one that my eyes can see.
Still the one that is looking at me.
The only one that my eyes can see.

Your still my one, my illustrious one.
Cross our tongues where the stars can see.
Our lips will sync when the moon is free.
Your still the one that is looking at me.
Your still my one, my illustrious one.
Your still the one that is looking at me.
The only one that my eyes can see.
Your still the one that is looking at me.

Leave your venus for a while
I wanna lie with you
Touch me i'm up for grabs
'cause I feel like god, feel like god, feel like god, feel like god.

Hold me I'm a cloud,
we'll be a river us two
And it was easy to see,
that you would scream for me, scream for me, scream for me, scream for me.

Feel me i'm soft as moss.
I'm growing into you.
Drinking you as I do dirt.
And that means you're the lunacy, the lunacy, that means you're the lunacy!

I'm feeling larger than the sun,
look what you have done!
Our bed is a galaxy.
It's mass contained in me.


I'm heavy like the void
a star collapsed and destroyed.
Our bed's a galaxy
so baby come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me.

[…]

Stars are drifting far apart.
You a world and I a moon

You, yes you, I'm talking to you.
Can I see your face in the light?
I know those eyes look pretty in the night.
Can I feel you neck gently?
And maybe later we can go home to see…

If you, yes you, I want you.
You can lick my lips gently,
touch my eyes with the tip of your tongue.
shed my skin all the way to the floor,
I'll bend down for you to spit one me.

I just want to see if i can make you cry,
colour my lies with the brightness of your smile.
Use you and your tears to brush my heart and all of this.
So I, I could be myself.

It's me, It's just me, whole body of me.
Can you lie down in your bed,
feel you where I want you to be felt,
turn your heart all inside out,
see you haven't even learned to dance yet?

Where is the red scratch on my chest?
Where is the teeth mark on my back?
Where is the love that was oh so loveless?

I just want to see if i can make you cry,
colour my lies with the brightness of your smile.
Use you and your tears to brush my heart and all of this.
So I, I could be myself.

Wake, strained and beaten,
by a fox whose paw is law.
Theft of self assurance,
is real like the tongue on my cheek

Can't you see you're hurting me,
why don't you push me away?
Leave your eyes behind
so they can hurt me again.

I, I can see through your skin.
It's course and it smells like sand.
Get, get over the moor
and see that we don't have to be.

Can't you see you're hurting me,
why don't you push me away?
Leave your eyes behind
so they can hurt me again.

I don't want to talk just be and pass in pain.
Can't you see I'm lying
when you see me smiling away?

Usurper that's what you are.
Usurper that's what you are.
Usurper that's what you are.

Don't you wish those nights were gone? There's none to gain.
What came round for innocence, that stood erect above our heads?
Don't you wish those nights were gone, will you hurt me again?
Can't you see we're not in love, so there's nothing to gain?

I feel, I feel, I feel. We.

Could it think, my heart?
Then it would stop my heart.
Don't you ever wish it would lie?
So it would bring back the sight, of your sensual self,
the self that was always in the way, of you loving me.
By now it's all torn into shreds.
But I guess you'll have to puzzle me.
And then it would bring back the time,
when it was just you and me. Just you and me.

(…)

Hann leið, hann leið, hann leið, hann varð.

Terminal

In the streets, in the dark wet space, a suitcase man. And in the shadow of the shaking, the shaking leaves, a suitcase woman. A theft of the eyes, a theft of the breath, the photographer, and his bags of faces, and his rock 'n roll sugar and his bags of faces. He stole it all.

And the photos of the wind will fade away. And the faces in his head will shy away.

The suitcases of stolen eyes, loot of souls with rolling eyes, in windy faces, he stole it all.

And the photos of the wind will fade away And the colours of your eyes will fade away And the faces in his head will shy away.

Sweet impressions, wholesome longing. In the valleys, dreamy mountains.

If you took the time to look at all the signs, you could rest your head just knowing that all is fine.

Sweet impressions, wholesome longings. Screaming through our veins. Grassy meadows, driving us insane. Milky rivers, moonlit teardrops, pouring down with joy. Sunny treetops, love is all around.

If you took the time to look at all the signs, you could rest your head just knowing, that there are sweet impressions and wholesome longings. You've got time for love.

Peaceful mind, with invisible scars, that won't heal. Dead alive, butterflies in my eye. Howling hearts, quiet enemies. Right or wrong, gravity holds, it holds me down.

Is it a sin I can not stop, or is it a dream that I can not drop.

Completing life with limited time, limited breathing time. Chains of tranquility, and simplicity choke, they're choking me.

Is it a sin I can not stop, or is it a dream that I can not drop. I guess it's wrong,yes it's wrong. It's so wrong, yes it's wrong.

And it feels like sugar, but tastes like rain. And it's just like living, but without the pain. When it tastes like sugar, but feels like rain, then soon you'll discover it's all the same.

Drifting in the sea of salty thoughts. Secret little lies tied up in knots. It's all wrong, nothing's wrong. Like a thundercloud in a clear blue sky. Fighting wishful thoughts without knowing why. It's alright, nothing's right.

Completed life has unlimited time, unlimited breathing time. Stuck in serenity and simplicity it chokes, it's choking me.

Is it a sin that I can not stop, or is it a dream that I can not drop. I guess it's wrong, yes it's wrong. It's so wrong, yes it's wrong. Nothing's wrong.

Shy thoughts and grave hands do wander as they're kissed. From furrow to furrow, within the palms of amethyst.

How frail is your tongue, whose sound is gone sere? Will it cleave a tasteful song? The means are still unclear.

With shy thoughts and torn wide eyes. Welladay, welladay! Can't I beg of you to stay?

Pale lilies in her frail, dark leaves in my hair.

With dark leers and a sigh, is there an armor of snow?

For when I bore a troubled mind wind whirls, to and fro, with shy thoughts and scattered wee hands.

Turn away, turn away! Can't I beg of you to stay?

A vague song of amethyst comes in vain, welladay! Is there no place for you to stay? And when the hills come alive the tune to and fro.

Where will you be when winter comes? Where can I find you?

I'll be going home when I'm ready. You'll find me where, the sounds of crickets, the sounds of morning bells, make me feel so still.

Silent night, silent water, make you feel so still.

We can get through the valley, get past the mill, walk through the forest. We've got time to kill. We can swim through the rivers in the starry night, so still, walk through the desert. We've got time to kill.

Why won't the wind take us away to the state of constant joy?

Why won't the wind take us away from the never ending woe?

Life seems clear in the morning. Golden rays through the curtains, softly dance on her shoulders. Time alone will unfold her.

I'm gazing in the wuthering fields. I'm staring at the lush of the hills. We're gazing in the wuthering fields, that I tie beside the river.

I'll stay by you, even if the morning breaks at noon. I'll stay by you.

I'm watching cracks in the ceiling. Smells like truth that I'm feeling.

Everybody's on the field, they embrace how love delivers. I get lost lost lost in the arms of you.

All I want to do is feel your heart beat to my rhythm. I get lost lost lost when I'm near to you.

You're tossed by the lips of my lover. Don't worry, she's just out of control. In the store your top looked a little thicker, it's alright. I like you raw, I like to thrawl, I like you to grumble. Hey, what's that mess on your breast? A girl walks in and asks “What's this flirting?” Don't get angry, I'm merely hooked on chili.

Hey friend, your sunny boots are singing. Red and green skirts are made to flirt. Your legs are all filled with stuffing, you're so fine. On my wall hangs a Japanese carving. Still it never seems to match your fame. Swollen veins on my forehead, I'm sweating.

I'm merely hooked on chili.

I'm tired of this living, I want to go back to Peru. Can't you find love and respect in your heart, don't be so cruel. I won't turn my face away, I know you love the way I cry.

I'm dreaming. You're dreaming of me. I'm leaving. No, you'll end in my soup.

Hey girl, your sunny boots are still singing. Red and green skirts I like them to flirt. Screaming hot pearls on my forehead, I'm sweating. I'm merely hooked on chili.

I'm sweating baby. Don't get angry honey.

I like it raw. I like it in soup. I like it in stew. I like it cooked. I like it boiled.

Have you ever tried chili vodka? It's very simple, you just put the chili in the vodka, and leave it there for a few days, and hopefully your night will be alright.

Dear young Matt, why has fate turned you around, and upside down? You left a wife, a boy of mere nineteen winters gone, gone for long. It's well kosher that Sunday roast I'll cook at nine, Come over, that brown eyed baby will be mine.

Hitchin in Hertfordshire. Topless drinking Frostie Jack's. 'It will screw you over sunshine'.

Dear old Matt, why can love not suit you well? It's easy to dwell.

Your fever must break away. To flower, makes it hard to say. Just if you're lonely then throw that roast away. Put your shirt on, and see the light of day.

For seven years I was lonely, drinking coffee, smelling the true scent of life's muse. In seven years I came restless, without content. Never followed my men from sorrow. I bought some time and drank that wine all through those nights and never cried. For seven years I was lonely, drinking coffee, sprinkling the garden to get a little company.

We borrowed time. Don't follow my tune. Just grab her right. When you've got that feeling, get on your feet and stop that whirling. Nobody likes a cute boy trying to be nice, when a girl wants to party.

Keep it on and get your slick hat up. Just walk across the dance floor and look her up, and if girls come on your trail then just look the other way and give it some time. I'm sure that everything will be alright, but don't forget to keep me posted all night long.

For seven years I was busy making coffee, sprinkling the garden to get a little company. We only lived without justice and some fruit, mandarin, clementine. (As though there's any difference)

Yesterday I couldn't find, my sexuality. Nine people in the city sleep, while us two listen to some sexy records.

Everything changes you can make. A fresh start with your final breath. Water you once poured in wine, can not be drained again.

Hanging in my heart and throat.

(I've got you on my mind)

I get these troubled thoughts on tails and how they're chased. You settle down for one, or two. Two is really harsh, but by the time you get the craft there comes a little tease for three. What a mess. All this love will soon be cherished. I promise I won't go to four. I'll weep until my eyes get soar.

Tell me more, there's no need for crying, Love can be tiring thing. At least for those who rush and forget to feel the scent of lonely little birds in the spring. And the silly songs that they sing.

Lyrics don't apply, when your heart is full of blood. Be gentle to the birds, that pass you on your way.

I could go on.

Please then go on. Why don't you go on?

There's no need to go on.

As when time is spent, all of the paths lead back to four.

Don't forget to weep, and count when they are torn. As for my part, I hope your eyes get soar.